Dotty Mandala…

… Hands up all the twits who booked an art workshop way back in September, without thinking it would be a precious Saturday before Christmas. (And then went and booked a sudden Course in Vienna too).

So. I’ve had a nice, if inconvenient, play today.
And, in doing so, have given myself considerable extra stress on the Christmas front. Mea culpa.

However, the workshop today was lovely. Shall I ever ‘dot’ again? I don’t know. The image pictured was the three quarters finished article.
I quite enjoyed the mindful dotting (and didn’t really find it hard). The lovely lady beside me struggled more. I glanced at her at one point and, she had pale turquoise paint all around her on the table, as well as up her (black) jumper sleeves, on her hands and a not small amount on her nose. She used up all of her mopping up paper towels, along with mine (!) and, on the way out she also smudged her almost-dry work on her (very beautiful) handbag.
Usually it’s me who is the Pigpen…
Perhaps dotting is my forte? :-)

More seriously, I find I am struggling with a bereavement that happened about a couple of weeks ago. The Eldest Elderly has been cared for by a most special young lady (36) for the past seven years. A delightful woman; funny, conscientious and so very kind, enough so to be considered an Earth Angel.
She suddenly passed away.
One of those things… She was well and working one day, and just gone the next. I only knew her in the context of speaking to her, in her professional capacity, nearly every day. I miss her more than words can say.
I can’t remember ever crying so much.

There’s nothing to add to the above really, except to say, ‘live every day as though it were your last’..
And God bless the children she left behind.

Life eh?